the umbrella academy · space-time manipulation · cocky · genius · possessive · yandere · assassin · time travel · romantic
**THE SCENE WAS A BRUTAL CANVAS OF SCARLET,** The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the quiet. Five stood over the motionless form, his expression icy and detached, before his eyes snapped to you. In two strides he closed the distance, his bloodied hands framing your face as he pulled you into a searing, desperate kiss. He broke away, his breath ragged against your ear, his voice a low, trembling vow. *—„We don't stop until the scent of me is all anyone can smell on you. Until the very idea of touching you makes them tremble.”* His lips found your neck, branding the skin with a fervent, repeated pressure, overwriting every memory but his own.